Their baying is close, almost in sight.
I drop to the grass; my pups are close by.
In order to live, I have to take flight.
A yelp and a nip to give a good fright,
Now into the den, no time for goodbye.
Their baying is close, almost in sight.
To draw them away, I stand in the light,
Then into the stream, my scent I’ll deny.
In order to live, I have to take flight.
The horn, it rings loud, to a frenzy incite.
To trick this fast foe, I’ll have to be sly.
Their baying is close, almost in sight.
Through a deadfall, all splinters and tight.
My wits fail me now, my tricks go awry.
In order to live, I have to take flight.
A hill up ahead, a towering height.
Perhaps they don’t climb, must give it a try.
Their baying is close, almost in sight.
The scree is too loose, I can’t stay aright.
I give up the climb; the hill is too high.
In order to live, I have to take flight.
A dark hollow log, a refuge just right
Nestled inside, I quietly lie
Their baying is close, almost in sight.
A trap it will be! An end to my plight!
Tumbling out, again I must fly.
In order to live, I have to take flight.
Run fast as I can to the end of my might.
I pant and I wheeze. I gasp and I cry.
Their baying is close, almost in sight.
Cornered at last, the inevitable fight.
Resist to the end and death I will defy.
In order to live, I have to take flight.
The distance I’ve come, my pups are alright.
Face round to the pack, knowing I’ll die.
Their baying is close, almost in sight.
In order to live, I have to take flight.
